Genshin Impact: I Made the Entire Playerbase Cry

Morax instructed Mu Yang and his companions to return to the Guili Assembly first.

He himself turned in a different direction.

At this moment, he stood atop a mountain peak, overlooking the entirety of Dihua Marsh.

Of the masterminds behind this attack, one had been defeated, while the other had fled with severe injuries.

Yet the floodwaters had already surged into Liyue's inland, permanently altering its landscape.

Eighty percent of Dihua Marsh had been submerged.

And there—it had once been Liyue's most expansive sea of flowers.

On that field where Glaze Lilies bloomed in abundance, two gods had met for the first time.

A young woman with wide sleeves had presented a token of trust, speaking to herself.

With an air of feigned solemnity and barely contained excitement, she declared, "This is a token of our covenant—and also my challenge to you."

Faced with Morax, who was far taller and mightier than her,

the young woman remained confident. "All my wisdom lies within this stone lock. If you can unlock it—"

Every Glaze Lily on that field bore witness to this covenant.

And Morax did not betray Guizhong's trust.

He led a portion of Liyue Harbor's residents to migrate here, developing the land together and establishing a settlement—

the Guili Assembly.

Morax leaped down from the mountain peak, landing on the last remaining stretch of Dihua Marsh.

He wanted to find a single blooming Glaze Lily.

But flowers are attuned to human nature. With the passing of this land's master and the Guili Assembly's people scattered by disaster, the flowers had withered away.

Morax did not find what he sought. In the end, all he discovered was a single flower that had not yet fully faded.

He took out Guizhong's token—"The Memory of Dust"—and sealed the stone lock beside this flower.

For years, he had been unable to unlock it.

Nor did he know what Guizhong's unfinished words had been.

Morax turned and left.

Behind him, that Glaze Lily regained its vitality, blooming once more...

——————

Morax returned to the Guili Assembly.

The adepti had done everything in their power to aid the humans during this rescue.

This disaster was far more severe than the one in Chenyu Vale.

Most people's homes had been swept away by the floodwaters—or simply submerged forever beneath the waves.

The tsunami's impact had also triggered landslides, destroying all the farmland and fields they relied on for survival.

In such a catastrophe, it was impossible to avoid casualties—even for the adepti.

The surviving common folk huddled together.

They waited for Morax to issue orders, to lead them forward and show them the way.

In this land now torn by chaos and division, only the one before them could ensure their safety.

Morax surveyed his surroundings. The ravaged Guili Assembly was no longer fit for human life and development.

Facing the crowd, he announced, "We head south—to Liyue Harbor."

Mu Yang did not return directly to Chenyu Vale but stayed behind to help escort the Guili Assembly's people.

After all, this was how Morax and the adepti had once aided Chenyu Vale.

The journey was not long, but there were many considerations—these were ordinary humans.

They traveled with their families, carrying whatever usable belongings had not been lost to the flood.

This was not merely a migration of people but a merging of the Guili Assembly and Liyue Harbor.

With the adepti's assistance, the task itself was not complicated.

But "misfortune never comes alone."

And this time, it was literal—it was actually raining.

On the second day of the Guili Assembly's migration,

a fierce gale swept through, followed by torrential rain, making the journey even more arduous.

Mu Yang gazed toward the sea, sensing something amiss—this storm felt too conveniently timed.

Seeing Mu Yang lingering at the rear of the group, staring at the sea in deep thought, Ganyu approached and asked,

"Mu Yang, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"This rain… it feels unnatural."

Not only was the sudden storm suspicious, but he also sensed a gaze from the sea—as if something was watching them.

Ganyu looked out over the water but said she detected no strange presence.

To be safe, Mu Yang approached the closest adeptus—the Dragon King Azhdaha—and shared his concerns.

Azhdaha also felt something peculiar, so after informing Morax,

he and Mu Yang set off to investigate the sea.

The moment they arrived, the sea showed no unusual disturbances—

only the ripples of raindrops striking the surface.

"That presence… it's gone."

Azhdaha nodded in agreement—he, too, sensed that the gaze had vanished.

Mu Yang frowned. Seems we're dealing with a sneaky one.

And sneaky opponents were the most troublesome.

If it were a head-on fight, he and Azhdaha could likely handle it two against one.

But if the enemy refused to engage, choosing instead to lurk and apply psychological pressure,

the difficulty of this migration would skyrocket—they'd have to stay vigilant against ambushes at all times.

The two returned to discuss countermeasures with the other adepti, settling on a final plan:

They would take turns standing guard by the shore, reporting any signs of trouble before acting.

The enemy's capabilities were still unknown—reckless engagement was too dangerous.

Moreover, this had to be done discreetly to avoid inciting panic among the people.

——————

Day 15.

The group had reached the vicinity of Mt. Tianheng. Those riding atop the qilin could already see Liyue Harbor in the distance.

And yet, the lurker in the sea had still not made a move.

But it had not left either—it had been tailing them the entire way.

Throughout the journey, the group had not been attacked by other forces—even wild monsters were scarce.

Perhaps it was because they knew Morax was still seething with fury.

Or perhaps they had been frightened by the instant annihilation of the Sea God.

Ganyu handed Mu Yang a Spicy Meat-Stuffed Bun, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"It's lunchtime. Here."

Mu Yang had told her many times that he didn't need to eat to sustain himself.

But the stubborn Ganyu refused to believe him, thinking he was just worried about the Guili Assembly's people not having enough.

She insisted there was plenty to go around and made sure to supervise him at every meal, watching until he finished.

Unable to refuse her, Mu Yang obediently complied.

The Spicy Meat-Stuffed Bun was an idea conceived by the Stove God, Marchosius.

A combination of flatbread and spicy meat sauce, it was not only portable but also helped ward off dampness and cold.

With the rain persisting for over ten days without pause,

Marchosius had devised this recipe to ease the people's suffering from the relentless humidity and chill.

Every time Mu Yang ate one, he couldn't help but glance sorrowfully at Marchosius—the gentle god who had often discussed culinary arts with him.

In the not-too-distant future, Marchosius would infuse his power into the land to quell Liyue's many disasters.

Then, he would retreat alone into the depths of the wilderness to slumber—

until a little girl carrying a Spicy Meat-Stuffed Bun would appear, awaken him,

and bring him home, naming him Guoba...

BOOM—

As everyone was eating lunch, a deafening roar erupted overhead, followed by tremors that shook the earth.

Mu Yang rushed out to investigate—only to find something bombarding Mt. Tianheng!